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A Wolf's Soul	By : sinfulsanctuary Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten – The Werewolf

It was safe to say I was unusually happy the rest of that weekend. Tia kept glancing my way, probably thinking all sorts of nasty things about why I was so happy. She asked about what had happened, since I'd been gone a couple of hours. Even though I would trust her with my life, I kept my promise to Remus and said nothing.

I had started referring to him as Remus in my head now. I had tried before, but I just couldn't make myself call him anything but Professor Lupin. But I guess that's what a couple of awfully nice kisses do with a girl.

Being in Defence Against the Dark Arts class was an entirely different experience for me now. I couldn't help replaying those two kisses in my mind every time I saw Remus. And every time I became all hot and bothered. But I managed to stick to my normal routine in class with raising my hand at every question, still earning half of Gryffindor's points.

Remus' aura or magic was still vibrating whenever he was near me. It was still powerful, and very overwhelming when I wasn't expecting it. But it was almost as if it was calmer now, more settled and serene, more constant.

I had a crazy idea that it might be his attraction to me that surrounded him like that. I couldn't quite convince myself that I was right, but it was a nice thought nonetheless. Hopefully I could explore more once school was over.

About a week after that delightful Saturday in Remus' office, I decided I should try my Patronus again. It was a Tuesday evening and everyone was getting ready for the night. I was standing by my bed debating whether I should go for the old Christmas memory or try the memory of kissing Remus.

Not wanting to risk anything, I went for the Christmas memory. Focusing on that I waved my wand and spoke the charm. Out of my wand came a mist of bright light and on the floor it twisted and turned into a very corporeal form. I stared in amazement at it.

Tia and the three other girls in our dorm all gasped and stared just as transfixed.

"Is that a- Is that a wolf?" Tia then said.

The Patronus sat quietly and looked expectantly at me. "I think it is," I murmured. I smiled to the animal, and its tail began wagging excitedly. As I looked closer I could see that some of the features weren't normal for a regular wolf. For example its snout was a bit too short and the tail was tuftier.

My Patronus seemed to be a werewolf. Of all the creatures in the world, it was a tame werewolf. My heart beat so furiously it hurt. Remus was a werewolf and so was my Patronus. And I had clearly found that last part I had been missing to complete my soul.

He had to see this. But I couldn't barge into his office now, I had to wait until after our Defence Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. How was he going to react? Because this had to mean something.

Imagining his reaction made me lose my focus, and the white werewolf vanished. The other girls went back to their bedtime routines, but I stood steady, thinking about what I had just done.

It took several minutes before Tia asked if I was okay. "Should I go get McGonagall?"

"No, no, I'm fine," I answered. "I'm just a little shocked that I finally managed to do this properly."

"Okay. Good night, then," Tia said with a last sceptical look at me and went to bed.

In a daze I changed into my nightclothes and crawled under the covers. I thought I would have trouble sleeping, but I was out like a light the minute my head hit the pillow.

...

The following school day was incredibly long. I was itching to see my Patronus again, and I really, really, really wanted to be alone with Remus again, if only for a short while. But Defence Against the Dark Arts was the last class of the day.

When the bell rang for the final class, I was so excited and impatient and high-strung I was at the edge of my seat all lesson. I think Remus noticed that something was up with me, because he kept sending me frowns, and if I wasn't completely mistaken there was worry in his frowns. It was very sweet.

Eventually we were all dismissed. I told Tia I needed to ask the professor about my homework and she and the others began to pack and leave.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Farraday?" Remus asked when he saw that I sat still at my desk.

"Yes," I answered. "There is something I need to show you about an assignment we had, but I would like to wait until everybody's left, if that's okay?"

"That's quite alright, we have some time before dinner." He smiled and sat down behind his desk to sort through the parchments there. And for a few minutes I was allowed to sit there and watch him, undisturbed. No one else bothered to pay attention to what I was doing now.

There was still a small smile on his face. I wondered if that was because I was staying behind.

I shook my head slightly, just because we had shared a couple of lovely kisses didn't mean he didn't have other things in his life to make him smile. There might even have been something funny on one of the parchments. Remus had a good sense of humour. He had cracked several jokes in class, and every time he did he had that mischievous glint in his eyes that made my blood boil.

I sighed, as the last person called out a goodbye and Remus waved his hand to close the door. Immediately I told him that I had tried my Patronus again and that it was fully corporeal.

"That's wonderful, Niamh!"

My heart still accelerated when he called me by my first name.

"But it's a bit of an unusual form..."

"Can you show me?"

I nodded and stood up to get ready. Thinking, focusing and waving my wand. "Expecto Patronum!"

Once again light burst from the tip of the wand and on the floor it transformed into the shape of a sitting and completely tame werewolf.

Carefully I looked at Remus, trying to read his expression. It was very controlled at first, but then he smiled. Not a big smile, but still a smile. "Well," he began, and scratched his chin. "Well, that is interesting."

I made an agreeable sound.

"What made you try it again?" Remus asked, leaning back in his chair, gazing at the werewolf. It was looking expectantly at me, as if awaiting orders.

"I cast it every once in a while, just to see. So I don't think anything special drove me to do it last night. But it was the first time I cast it since... Since before that Saturday in your office." Now I looked even more thoroughly at him. But he did not look shocked, or angry, or happy, just calm. This baffled me. "Say something," I pleaded and sat down, my legs couldn't keep me upright anymore. The wolf trotted over to me and sat down right next to me. Absentmindedly I stroked it. It didn't feel like a proper animal at all. It was just energy, warm tangible energy that my hand moved right through.

He sighed and looked me straight in the eyes, making butterflies fly around in my stomach. "To tell you the truth, I had a feeling it would become this unusual shape. I thought I recognized it the last time I saw it."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to risk interfering in the discovery of your form. Saying something may have changed it from what it was meant to be."

A playful smile erupted on my face. "I think you interfered anyway."

He grinned. "So it seems."

For a moment we just sat there, looking at each other and smiling. I was feeling extremely calm and safe, with him in front of me and the Patronus mirror of him next to me.

"What does this mean though?" I had to ask eventually. Was he my soul mate? Or was he just my saviour and protector? Was he supposed to be something for me at all? Or was it another werewolf and not Remus at all? I was almost afraid of the answer, but I needed to know.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think we'll find out when you leave school."

I liked that answer, it held a lot of nice promises. And if we weren't meant to be anything at all, at least we could have fun finding it out. I smiled at him, not hiding any of my joy.

"Why don't we head down to dinner?" he then said and stood up, breaking the moment. "I'm getting hungry."

"Sounds good," I replied, wishing we could just eat in his office instead.

Then Remus surprised me. "Congratulations on finding your Patronus," he said and pulled me into a hug. In the corner of my eye I saw the werewolf vanish. But that didn't matter, because Remus was holding me again. It was a simple and kind gesture, but I still felt so warm, safe and comfortable I got a lump in my throat. I breathed in his sent, savouring the feeling of the coarse fabric of his robes against my cheek, not knowing if I would have the opportunity for another couple of months.

When he pulled away I sighed sadly at the loss. This made him smile gleefully. And then he banished the paperwork to the office and once again we descended to the Great Hall together.
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